If ever a time comes when I know my end is inevitable, my time is limited and my moments left to witness are a handful, I want you all to know:
Your smile is the sight I want before me,
your hands entwined in mine at the last minute,
your presence the warmth I want to depart from.
Through you I came to this world,
by you I’d like to leave.
And I want You to know,
to be thrown high up from your weary arms,
set the foundation throughout my life-
you’d always be there to catch my fall,
The only man who’d never break my trust.
And I remember when
you were first brought to our home,
your first crawl, first walk,
and oh how you talked from then on.
Your presence reenergised a dying lamp in my heart.
And don’t you ever forget,
you are the light of our home.
And oh, our struggles and battles,
our artless ways.
Spending summer days teaching
a girl the ways of ball games.
An older brother with a heart of gold,
You taught me to own wholeheartedly-
who I was.
Friends are the family we form through bonds other than blood. How lucky I am to have found both in one.
Day 31: LAST. And here we are finally, the last day of December poetry challenge. It’s been an amazing experience and thank you every single person who liked, commented and reblog. Words can’t do justice to how much I appreciate it especially after being away for a better part of this year. So thank you.
The above picture is courtesy of Bill on Love this pic.com
With everything in it-
The gallant stars, the milky way,
Earth and it’s seven revolving sister planets,
The mountains- standing firm and strong,
The dancing waves of the deep blue oceans,
All of it, magnificent creations.
And there- she is,
A bare creation of 5″6,
Wondering where she fits amidst,
Overwhelming people at every single corner.
And she thinks, maybe
It isn’t for me-
I could leave,
and no one would notice i’m gone.
This earth was made for you,
To wonder and ponder and dwell In it,
To climb up those mountains,
Feel the air upon your skin,
Watch the stars light up darkness
Swim amongst the sea entities;
If you find this world overwhelming,
It may be thinking the same of you,
Don’t get stuck on what is theirs,
While your beauty eludes your view.
Day 30: Stars. In response to December Poetry Challenge (31 poems in 31 days). The beautiful picture above is courtesy of Canon WR.
We want the summer sun,
when the winter breeze is drifting;
We hide indoors the minute,
the sun makes its appearance.
We want to fall in love,
with the fairytale and charmings’;
We become a flight risk,
at the slightest inconvenience.
We want to have coins,
Fancy houses, latest gadgets;
We do not give up sleeping,
Get a job and start some living.
we want the best of grades,
Not credits, all distinctions;
So long it doesn’t take up,
Much time to do the reading.
We want a lot of things,
When we’re teens and life seems easy;
Too soon, we learn adulting,
is less wanting and more doing.
prompts for Day 27: Childhood (I changed it to teens, because I already did one with the theme of childhood for day 1) and then Day 28: A job. The above image is courtesy of Unconventional Collegiate.com
Yesterday, He was back,
With a stronger
Than I could fight;
So I crumbled under,
Of his words.
he was back,
And yesterday I cracked.
Today, the sun is up,
And the hazy weather’s
is nowhere about;
The words he spoke,
Are faded- Now.
the sun is up,
And He, is not around.
Tomorrow, he might be back
With a stronger
Vengeance than I can stand.
I’ll regain my strength,
That I can shine.
he might back
But by then, my cracks
Will be healed.
Day 24: Strength. In response to December Poetry Challenge. I am a few days late. Let’s see if I can try to catch up. The above image is courtesy of LoveThispic.com
Summer fades into autumn,
As the year draws to an end;
You can see her by the window sill,
When the clock strikes seven am.
The birds in background singing,
While the tree leaves sway with the wind;
But If you gaze just a little bit closer,
You might notice the streaks on her cheeks.
The outcome of all the secrets,
A little girl has had to keep;
For the sake of a family’s dignity,
Bottled- under lock and key.
While the world dives into rush hour,
With solitude as her company,
The secrets dissolve into liquid,
Forming maps across her cheeks.
Summer fades into autumn,
The tree leaves sway with the wind,
When the world goes into rush hour,
Sits a girl, by a window sill.
December Poetry Challenge Prompts. Day 20: Nature, Day 21: Your inspiration. For this challenge, my inspiration is Erin Hanson. I am in love with her poetry. A lot of her poems inspire me and it is a pleasure to read her works.
She’d wake me-
in the middle of the sleep,
With a smack,
Girl! Draw your skirt down;
Don’t you know,
We are not the only ones,
On this land,
You, cover those thighs.
It maybe dark,
But it don’t mean “they” can’t see us.
And that was my mother…
I’d wake her-
In the middle of the night,
Go meet your father.
My stomach’s growling-
“Mama, I really am sick”
Go meet your father!
She’s spent her fair share
Of waking in the night, she’d say-
When I was a baby.
It’s his turn now,
To live the joys of fatherhood;
And that was my mother.
She raises six kids,
Singlehandeldy in the day,
So night is all hers.
She makes up rules which
Only she’s allowed to break,
Yet, we still love her.
Day 19: Family (December Poetry Challenge). This is the 3rd poem I’ve written regarding this prompt. The first two just seemed too mushy, and in a way unbelievable, it felt like the family I depicted was perfect and we all know that’s far from reality. I’m having an exam tomorrow so it was fun to write something a bit lighthearted for a change.
When Adam suggested they take an impromptu vacation, Zendaya was not expecting rugged sloppy hills and mosquito filled atmosphere as part of the package.
“But honey”, Adam said for about the dozenth time since they’d arrived Pierrah Hills, “we get to watch the sunrise from the comfort of our bed”.
“You mean the mat-covered, stone-laden ground we would sleep on?” Zendaya retorted.
Adam sighed, this was going to be a long week.
They drifted asleep that night to the sound of flies buzzing above their heads mixed with the soft whooshing sound of tree leaves enhanced by the silence of the night.
Adam was the first to awaken the next morning, gawking at the majestic beauty of the sun as it emerged beyond the distant hills. A grumbling sound from behind interruped him.
He turned, “Morning Hun, how was your night?”
Zendaya stared as if he’d just confessed to murder.
“How was my night he asks, well there was nothing good about it if you’d like to know”.
Adam sighed, five more days to go.
word count: 175. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Each week we are given a picture to write a 75-175 word story on. Thank you very much @Joy Pixely for this week’s picture.
Buy that dress,
You’d look more confident.
With a 5 inch heels,
To go with,
For, height boosts confidence.
What about a touch,
Of red lipstick?
Ooh, that looks confident.
And ditch that scarf,
Over your hair,
There- you look confident.
If you’ve got friends,
With these ideals,
You’ll need new ones,
To teach you what,
Real confidence means.
It begins with self-
To walk in a room,
and not need validation
in the skin that you wear ,
Now that is confidence.
day 16: confidence, day 17: A friend. This poem is in response to December Poetry Challenge, 31 poems in 31 days.
the above image is courtesy of Healthy place.com
Some talk- and that’s all they do,
Some walk without, a sideways glance,
On rainy- and sunny days alike.
(Each, their own way of living life).
Some watch, from their windows high,
Mastered in knowing, others daily lives,
A deflection, from the thoughts encroaching.
(To Each, their own way of coping).
Some greet, with a cheery smile,
Strangers and known folks alike;
Some find it, a hypocritical act.
(Each, their own way of living life).
Some sigh, at the sight of love-
Two hands entwined and the silver shines,
dreaming, of what they might never have.
(To each, their own way of coping)
Some live, without loving life-
Oh, the scent of pine trees abound at dawn;
Trudging, through twenty four hours.
(Each their own way of living life).
Day 14: something beginning with T and Day 15: Love. This is in response to December Poetry Challenge 31 poems in 31 days.
I Wish there was more I could do,
Put words in writing,
echoing the same thing,
over and over,
Let the children be children
In a land,
where the river’s turned red,
And the cries, of our young ones
Pierce, the atmosphere-
Pleading for mercy.
And I wish,
my voice held the strength
every person with the power
To make, a difference
And bring, the bloodbath
To an end.
And I wish, My heart was
As the ocean, to absorb
Your pain, so you won’t
Have to carry, this grief
On your own.
How I wish,
There was more I could do,
Than put words in writing.
prompt: I wish I could (for December Poetry Challenge). So far, this prompt was the most uninspiring one yet for me. My heart goes out to the victims of the current crisis going on in Aleppo (Syria).
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